Whoever was using this artefact was doing it from a nearby place. It wasn't that hard to identify him. After all, such a high and prestigious dude wouldn't be this close to me without having enough insurance.
"Found you!" I didn't look for more than a few minutes before finally spotting a large group of Hescos gathered up in a suspicious way.
I used my Hawk Eye skill and started to closely examine that location. From far away, and from first glance, I spotted a group of tens of thousands of Hescos doing nothing but standing around in vigilance.
They were flying Hescos to support them from the air, and I was sure they also got underground Hescos to step in and intervene if things became dangerous to their most precious dude.
Even when I got my eyes over that spot, I didn't hurry to go there. I was already fed up with getting my ass kicked and tricked by the Hescos in this clash.
So I stayed my ground and examined the entire place in great detail. After looking for a few minutes, I finally found my target.
He was a Hescos wearing a weird purple suit. Just from the unique colour of his suit I knew he was someone special.
His entire right arm was covered with a weird black flickering energy coat, resembling a big glove or something. Seeing this scene made me move instantly towards him.
And when I did, it seemed he noticed my focus on him. He tried to run alongside his forces, but it was clear that their speed wasn't that much compared to my chariot's.
They were standing just less than a mile from me. And their target of escape was a spot of ruins that had lots of forces gushing out from it.
It seemed that the place was connected safely to the back area of this entire region. He wanted to run amidst other Hescos and allied forces, to run away through the tunnels.
But these were just mere dreams. Even if he wanted to go to a place that was a few hundred metres away, with a few blinks my chariot jumped and reached his position without much surprise.
To him and other Hescos, they were shocked and scared from my sudden appearance it seemed.
I saw the close by grand gathering of forces panic. They aimed their weapons and everything they got at me and my chariot, to be all stopped by the shield.
"Protect the lord!"
"Don't let him come near here!"
"Stop him!"
Many shouts erupted, not just from the few tens of thousands of elites surrounding that paragon, but from the large number of forces nearby.
Unlike what they expected, I didn't target that dude. Why would I do that when I could simply clear all variables from the table?
I led my chariot in the next second to appear on top of that group of ruins. Without any speck of hesitation I did many things at the same time.
First I used my pillar's shield ability to seal this entire region. Then I summoned my warriors and elites at the same time.
I didn't want to use weaklings or yet to be strong warriors. So I called a million soulers and released them all over the place.
They evolved soulers amidst their ranks as well.
Then I got out my Libra artefact, and cursed that paragon.
As the judgement went by and the curse was going to get completed in a few minutes, I took this time to jump over my chariot and land over the grand gathering of elite Hescos surrounding that paragon.
I raised up my glaive with one hand. With the added bonus of strength, I could simply wave it with my right hand as if it was a mere stick.
But when it landed over these Hescos, not a single one stood in its path and survived. The moment the glaive slammed over the head of that shitless scared paragon, a fierce explosion erupted.
"You are good," I commended, "but soon enough you'll fall by my hands!"
"It's too soon to say such words," he fiercely responded. I couldn't see anything through those suits of theirs, and so I couldn't tell if he was indeed scared as I expected or he still had a trick up his sleeve.
Regardless, he was going to get cursed. All his stats would be halved. All the artefacts in his possession would lose half of their strength and abilities.
At the same time, all the forces aligned with him and helping or serving him would lose half of their strength temporarily.
That was the fierce thing about my Libra. It was a scary artefact, enough to change the destiny of anyone regardless of how might or formidable he was.
*Boom!* even if the two of us spoke, we never stopped. He tried to evade me, and at the same time I started to move my glaive around and hit him.
He was protected by some sort of a shield that was like the one I gained from boosting my defence.
Each time my glaive moved, a violent and deadly explosion erupted. He might have ended up intact and fine thanks to his shield, but his surrounding elite forces didn't have the same privilege treatment.
They got hacked fiercely by the backlash of such a bloody explosion. The attacks kept coming without pause, and he tried to break free from my assault.
No matter where he tried to go, I stuck to him like his shadow. After a few minutes of such a deadly fight, the Libra finally finished cursing him.
I got a long series of messages from my Libra. I didn't need to check any of them as the next instant that mighty and formidable looking shield got weakened all of sudden.
It was like someone just cut off the source of its power. The shield that kept challenging against my mighty strikes from my glaive without showing a single sign of weakness started to show deep cracks all over its surface.
"Just give up already, no one is going to save someone I decided to kill!" I bellowed out in a fierce way, without stopping moving my hand.
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